#thehungergames - Hello Poetry

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I place flowers by her grave That I wish she could see I remember her laugh Her smile And her scream Have dreams of her death That place the blame on me Under the Willow now Weeping with the tree I'll stay here By my sister's feet The funeral is done The rain is pouring down Everyone is gone No one remains but me I read the inscription on her grave The one chosen be me: Your life is what you gave To help set Panem free I wish I was dead It should have been me He should have ran She should have tried to flee It cannot be changed Not even by me So I take a breath And bury her ashes Underneath the tree

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC

supercat917

Primrose Everdeen's funeral

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I place flowers by her grave That I wish she could see I remember her laugh Her smile And her scream Have dreams of her death That place the blame on me Under the Willow now Weeping with the tree I'll stay here By my sister's feet The funeral is done The rain is pouring down Everyone is gone No one remains but me I read the inscription on her grave The one chosen be me: Your life is what you gave To help set Panem free I wish I was dead It should have been me He should have ran She should have tried to flee It cannot be changed Not even by me So I take a breath And bury her ashes Underneath the tree

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Books: the greatest weapons of the world. Full of Mocking jays. Each one being Divergent to the others. Books are like a Maze that we have to Run through. They're like a Testing that will never end. Not even the great Hogwarts can stand against their power. Books are more beautiful than the Twilight sky. More powerful than Percy Jackson, than the Heroes of Olympus. Books are the true heroes of the world.

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC

theinsanesavannah

Books

Books: the greatest weapons of the world. Full of Mocking jays. Each one being Divergent to the others. Books are like a Maze that we have to Run through. They're like a Testing that will never end. Not even the great Hogwarts can stand against their power. Books are more beautiful than the Twilight sky. More powerful than Percy Jackson, than the Heroes of Olympus. Books are the true heroes of the world.

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The screams of men, women and children flooded the blood filled streets of District 13.Whips, chains, axes, i could hear everything.The sound of a man's head been chopped off, a baby screaming for it's mother suddenly cut short.This is what the Capitol does to us, for rebelling.I stand here, my seventeen year self watching as everyone I know is brutally murdered.My mother, my eldest sister, my youngest sister and my baby brother.I couldn't cry, all my tears had been wasted for tears.My face stained with blood and tears.I hear the peacekeeper coming towards me.I can tell them by the sound of their heavy white boots crushing the rocks beneath them.My breathing quickens, what if they **** me? I'll be brutally murdered, never to see the light of day.I gulp as I hear their footsteps stop.I try not to make any sound.Not to move.I wish i could just run away from them.But that makes them to **** me more, by shooting me with their guns.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC

Danica

District 13

The screams of men, women and children flooded the blood filled streets of District 13.Whips, chains, axes, i could hear everything.The sound of a man's head been chopped off, a baby screaming for it's mother suddenly cut short.This is what the Capitol does to us, for rebelling.I stand here, my seventeen year self watching as everyone I know is brutally murdered.My mother, my eldest sister, my youngest sister and my baby brother.I couldn't cry, all my tears had been wasted for tears.My face stained with blood and tears.I hear the peacekeeper coming towards me.I can tell them by the sound of their heavy white boots crushing the rocks beneath them.My breathing quickens, what if they **** me? I'll be brutally murdered, never to see the light of day.I gulp as I hear their footsteps stop.I try not to make any sound.Not to move.I wish i could just run away from them.But that makes them to **** me more, by shooting me with their guns.

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